As I look in the mirror, and see the reflection that looks like me.
I think to myself that it simply can not be.
The girl in the mirror has gold skin and hazel eyes,
but the one looking at the reflection wants to die.
Her hair is tangled and messy, she looks poor.
Her body aches, her eyes are heavy, and her feet are sore.
The girl in the mirror looks like a goddess from Greek.
Her style is great and so chic.
I don't understand until I realize,
the figure that stands in front of my eyes,
is not a reflection, and is made of skin.
This 'reflection' is my twin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem